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Another picture popped up on my screen. This time of her hand … holding a plug. Fucking hell. She’d let me finger her ass more than once, and each time, she’d gone off like a rocket.
I’d fantasized about taking her in all her holes since ourfirst time, and here she was, offering it to me like on a silver platter.
Princess: Dead serious. So do we have a deal?
Me: Wait, what if I don’t make it?
Princess: Then I get to ride your face, and you don’t get to come until we get home
Me: So I win either way? *smirking emoji*
Princess: If that’s the way you feel, sure
Me: Deal. I’m coming for that ass, Princess. You better get ready.
Twenty Six
Colt
My thighs were twitching; I could already feel how stiff these motherfuckers would be later. But it didn’t matter because we were behind, and I had to get through to that fucking quarterback.Had to, no ifs, no buts. The reward that lay in wait for me was too great.
My gloved fingers dug into the turf, and my tongue manuevered my mouth guard up and down, before I bit into the hard material like a rabid dog.
Stay sharp. Execute.
I ground my cleats into the turf over and over, making sure I had the traction I needed. The offensive lineman across from me sneered as I looked up at him.
“Hey, you keep lining up like that, and I might have to start charging for pancake blocks!”
Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be now, huh?The guy had been rotated in after I’d passed his predecessor over and over again.It had only taken them almost three quarters to come up with this idea. I usually had no problem ignoring the trash talkers, but I was so wired, so charged up, that I couldn’t help but fire back.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the QB remembers your name … when he’s picking himself up off the ground!”
The ball was snapped. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, my focus razor sharp, and I exploded forward.
Move your fucking feet. Stay low. Get that motherfucker.
We crashed into each other, my momentum giving me a split-second advantage, then it was a test of pure strength. Pushing, shoving, and my muscles straining as I tried to get this guy out of my way. I didn’t care if I pushed him backward or if I shook off the block, but hehadto go.
My arms were stretched to the limit, but giving in was not an option. Excitement coursed through me as he lost his balance, and I didn’t hesitate for a second to take advantage of his moment of weakness.
I tore away from him, charging through the gap with a burst of speed, straight into the pocket where the quarterback was waiting for me.
He saw me coming, his eyes widening behind his mask, but it was too late. Before he could get rid of the ball, or use any evasive tactics, I had locked my arms around him and pulled us to the ground. The impact was hard and satisfying.
Sack number three!
The whistle blew, and I scrambled to my feet, unable to suppress a rumbling roar of celebration. My eyes, like a magnet, found Hailey jumping up and down on the sideline, cheering with the rest of her squad.
Our eyes locked, and I pounded my chest with one fist, thenpointed at her. The blood rushed through my veins, hot and thunderous, at the thought of what I’d accomplished. There was a suspicious tingling in my lower back at the base of my spine, but that burst of sensation was interrupted when a helmet smashed into mine.
My O-line buddy was back.Oh, joy.
“You better savor that moment, ’cause it’s the last time you’re getting through!” He spat on the ground, his face contorted with rage, then shouldered his way past me.
I snickered mockingly. “You sure? ’Cause that felt pretty easy. Better call for backup!”
There was nothing he could say to dampen the thrill of anticipation I felt. Our defense soldiered on, and we slapped each other on the backs, triumphant as we cleared the field for the offense.
